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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

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Next, I hit up the Yakage River. It’s so chill there. I sat on a bench, just watchin’ the water flow. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I saw this group of people having a picnic. They had all this food, and I was like, “Why didn’t I bring snacks?” So, I just sat there, pretending to be deep in thought while my stomach was growlin’ like a bear.

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